THIS IS ME NOT DOING MY MATH HOMEWORK.
(I started these for
the challenge three weeks ago. Didn't finish any. But this week I thought, why not! I don't have to follow any '100 words exactly' rules since they won't be for points! I don't even have to stay on-topic!)
Seven shorts, 63-150 words each, "Democracy." Alliance-centric. Forgotten to Death
Occasionally we come upon things we can’t understand because we’ve never seen anything similar. At least, that was the explanation the Alliance bigshots gave for liberated worlds that inexplicably refused to become Free Planets.
“It’s not their fault,” Captain Radcliff told his hungry, miserable men. They huddled together under the right wing of their gutted flagship (not designed for long periods in cold wet climates, it was rapidly beginning to rust). “The people here just don’t know a good thing when they see it.”
The men were sullenly silent, except for one who grumbled wouldn’t join us either, can’t even evacuate
military personnel from a
Do you know why the Alliance overlooks us? the Landesherr asked. It is because when Alliance politicians wish to comfort their people with the myths of patriotism -- bedtime stories, if you will, repeated by anxious women who have lost sons, husbands, brothers to the military -- probably all three -- there is only space for themselves and their oppressive enemy.
He the blew smoke from his cigar in a long slow stream. Because we are too complicated to make good stories, they forget us, he said, and that is exactly the way we like it.
**Long Live the Emperor
“With us today is the editor of the Free World Weekly
, Mr. Devesh Singh. Mr. Singh, what in your opinion is the cause of the violent resistance we’ve been seeing on the outlying Imperial worlds recently?”
“Their objection is probably to our patronage of His Excellency the Emperor Erwin Joseph II. I believe they are strongly opposed to our attempts to revive his regency.”
“But Mr. Singh, aren’t these the same planets Central Intelligence classified as least supportive of the Neu Sansoucci reforms? Surely the leading class'd welcome a return of the old order.”
“Ah, but Mr. Gladstone, there is a great deal of difference between disliking radical changes imposed by a government hundreds of light-years away, and wishing for the return of the Emperor. I think we will find that history has closed the door on the Goldenbaum dynasty – the one thing the Empire will never do is go back.”
**Sometimes Nothing is the Best Thing You Can Do
“Don’t get be wrong, I’m sure he’s a great guy – fantastic commander – but don’t you wonder sometimes if we wouldn’t all be better off without him? We’re still at war because of him. Hell, I could slaughter ten battalions a month, and by the end of the war I would still
be responsible for fewer deaths than Yang Wenli.”
Yang coughed -
“Commander! I, umm, I didn’t see you there sir.”
- and scratched sheepishly at the back of his head. “I do tend to fall asleep in odd places. You can go, captain.”
“Sir!” The captain walked away, his arms stiff at his sides, shoulder blades clearly visible. You could have used his back as a ruler. Schenkomph watched him go.
“Not that I don’t know the answer, but aren’t you going to discipline him for that remark?”
“Hmm? But it was true.”
**Why Yang Doesn’t Watch TV
"You’re not going to…you are. Idiot! That’s the same mistake that…ARG, I can’t believe you just used that metaphor. Don’t you have any sense of history?”
Julian looked from Yang to the television and back again. “Watching the political debates again?”
“OF ALL THE BRAINLESS-“
Julian calmly removed the bowl of lemon drops from the coffee table before Yang could throw them.
Julian looked up from the paper he’d been diligently covering in red ink. “Mmm. It’s a short article about the first President. ‘It has been concretely established that the correct response to unfounded accusations by rival political parties is the avocation of tighter standards for party formation, so that unprincipled groups whose only wish is to discredit the government are not publicly supported. As shown by Gerwald’s actions in SA 644-‘”
Yang’s mouth quirked upward. “And does it say anywhere in that paper that our second President repealed those laws, opened the party archives to public scrutiny, and was re-elected to a second term?”
Julian scanned the rest of the paper. “I don’t think so.”
“The only thing history definitely proves,” said Yang, “is that you can use history to prove anything.”
**The History of Heinessan We Do Not Have
"Are you sure about this, sir?"
Commander Johann Brandt dropped a cigarette to the tarmac and ground it out with the heel of his boot. “Less than a third of the Empire meets His Excellency Rudolph’s high stadards of racial purity. Do you think we’re all happy to watch while the rest of you get shot up? Go out for drinks afterwards? What do you take us for?”
“I don’t know, sir, I just-“
“You just nothing. I’m putting you in charge. Take this fleet, gather as many people as you can, and pursue those damn rebels in their stupid ice ship. And you are not to return to the Empire until you’ve captured every last one of them
, you understand? If you come back I’ll have you court-marshaled.”
Jean Mashengo looked over his ships, outfitted with the latest self-contained hydroponics which would allow them to survive without the Empire indefinitely, and snapped a sharp salute. “Yes, sir! I promise not to return, sir!”
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